Daylight Savings Time = Zzz.

Last week I was exhausted.  Can I blame Daylight Savings Time ending still?  I think it caught up to me, or something.

This is typical.  Head on the pillow, laying in dog fetal position, waiting to be covered up and sleep like a human.

After an easy weekend, I started my week off somewhat on the right foot with a Tuesday morning run.  Dunkin and I went out for a 2 mile run and half mile walking cool-down.  I remember the days during marathon training when a run before work left me feeling refreshed and energized for the day.  These Dunkin runs?  Not so much.  In fact, after about 10-15 minutes lately, my gag reflex has been on high alert.  It’s the weirdest thing.  Usually that’s something that can be triggered when I run by pizzerias at dinner time, but this is completely unrelated.  Go figure I’m being outlasted by my dog because I’m gagging like a fool!

By lunchtime I realized why these morning runs have been so difficult for me, at least as far as exhaustion.  I’m not running for just myself, I’m trying to guide and control 45 lbs of lean muscle!  My core is exhausted even after 20 minutes with Dunkin at my side.  After thinking about how we run together, it makes total sense.  The end of the leash stays loose in my right hand, but my left hand holds the leash closer to his collar and typically stays straight (sometimes he will be okay without direction from me after 10-15 minutes).  To add to that, I am maintaining a very tight core so I can direct him exactly where he needs to go.  No wonder 20-30 minutes with him seems to be the max I can handle!

The rest of the week I spent napping and going to bed early.  I’m not kidding.  Finding the energy to get off the couch was rather unbearable, how sad is that?

Greek Zoodle Salad

I did accomplish some things.  I did dishes occasionally and helped J make dinner ate the dinner J prepared.  With him staying at my house and me being on a mega budget starting this month (attempting to buy a house next fall!) we’ve been cooking a lot.  One night we made a Greek zoodle salad with feta along with roasted honey beets and carrots.  I wasn’t a huge fan of this.  For Thursday Night Football (Go Bills!) we made sliders (bison with bacon and cheddar and, separately, black bean) with homemade french fries.  On the side we had homemade garlic aioli and a cilantro sour cream.  Talk about fancy!  Sunday was good old-fashioned chicken noodle soup.  J’s chicken noodle soup was the first thing he ever cooked for me after we started dating and we haven’t had it since, but it tasted just as good as I remember it three years ago.

Bison Bacon Cheddar Sliders with Homemade Fries and Garlic Aioli (and my beverage of choice.)

Aside from cooking, I managed to run one other day.  I took Dunkin out on Saturday morning for a quick run before we were going to meet up with my friend from the gym.  He was a bundle of energy on Friday when J took him out and Saturday was no different.  He had no leash manners and the one mile we went was absolutely exhausting.  A few hours later when we walked at Delaware Park he pulled me so hard and unexpectedly that my shoulder pulled a little bit.  It’s been sore since, venturing into my neck, but nothing serious.  I don’t know what got into him, but I’ll take 1-2 “bad” days for the other 28-29 good days we have (separation anxiety aside!)

With less than two weeks to go until the Turkey Trot, I have to step up my running game.  It’s too big of a race to truly race, but I’d rather not have a miserable time.

Here’s to another week, with better rest, and more miles.


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Just a 20-something homegrown Buffalo sports loving, distance running, gin drinking kind of girl.

4 thoughts on “Daylight Savings Time = Zzz.”

  1. Sometimes I think there’s something about getting used to winter that makes people more tired. I’ve been exhausted the last couple of weeks. It’s like my body just wants to hibernate and doesn’t understand why I have to get up when it’s still dark and stay awake for so long after the sun goes down.


  2. I find getting off the couch to be an extremely difficult task most days, lately 🙂 I think it’s the whole “I just ran a marathon and need to recover for awhile” thing. How long can we milk it? LOL!

    I can’t imagine how hard it must be to run with a dog. You are so right – it’s like you are running for two people!


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